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Necromancer, v. 1, issue 1, July 1947
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And as for the stranger, he was silent because, well--the Mutios have a proverb: Two heads are better than none. doubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroublede SOME FAN EH KID? BY CLAIR DELUNE It was hot and I had about three hundred miles more to drive. What's more, I was plenty tired, and needed someone to talk to. It's quite easy to fall asleep at the wheel under such circumstances, even in mid-afternoon. Consequently, I was quite happy to see him standing at an intersection, waving a large sunburned thumb at me. I pulled up and invited him to hop in. He was exceptionally grateful, and proceeded to express his thanks at some length. I told him I was always picking up someone anyway, and to forget about it. We talked of this and that, as strangers will, although the weather wasn't mentioned. For this reason, I took a liking to him immediately, for I admire a person unconventional enough not to have to rely on the weather as a topic of initial conversation. I don't remember how we got on the subject of fantasy, but it eventually turned out that he was a fan of long standing who was well acquainted with the profundencies and trivia of fandom. He possessed a large collection, and had been the editor of, and a contributor to many a fanmag of the bygone era. Well, to make it short, the remaining two hundred and fifity miles ribboned by very pleasantly, and I was delighted that I had decided to stop and give him a lift. When we had reached the junction where our paths separated, he good-naturedly took out his wallet, and as is the custom in this section of the country, asked me how much he owed me. I thought I'd play along, so chose a ridiculous sum at random, and with a careless wave of the hand said: "Oh, that'll be exactly $2,864.00." He looked just a mite put out as he fished in his wallet. "Rather stiff, aren't you?" he said, peeling off the bills. ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno! THE DEVIL'S DOUBLE BY LANDIS EVERSON "Pardon me, Mr. Wampile." "You know my name?" "Certainly." "But I'll swear I don't know you, in fact I don't believe I've ever seen you PAGE 10
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And as for the stranger, he was silent because, well--the Mutios have a proverb: Two heads are better than none. doubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroubledoubletroublede SOME FAN EH KID? BY CLAIR DELUNE It was hot and I had about three hundred miles more to drive. What's more, I was plenty tired, and needed someone to talk to. It's quite easy to fall asleep at the wheel under such circumstances, even in mid-afternoon. Consequently, I was quite happy to see him standing at an intersection, waving a large sunburned thumb at me. I pulled up and invited him to hop in. He was exceptionally grateful, and proceeded to express his thanks at some length. I told him I was always picking up someone anyway, and to forget about it. We talked of this and that, as strangers will, although the weather wasn't mentioned. For this reason, I took a liking to him immediately, for I admire a person unconventional enough not to have to rely on the weather as a topic of initial conversation. I don't remember how we got on the subject of fantasy, but it eventually turned out that he was a fan of long standing who was well acquainted with the profundencies and trivia of fandom. He possessed a large collection, and had been the editor of, and a contributor to many a fanmag of the bygone era. Well, to make it short, the remaining two hundred and fifity miles ribboned by very pleasantly, and I was delighted that I had decided to stop and give him a lift. When we had reached the junction where our paths separated, he good-naturedly took out his wallet, and as is the custom in this section of the country, asked me how much he owed me. I thought I'd play along, so chose a ridiculous sum at random, and with a careless wave of the hand said: "Oh, that'll be exactly $2,864.00." He looked just a mite put out as he fished in his wallet. "Rather stiff, aren't you?" he said, peeling off the bills. ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno!ohno! THE DEVIL'S DOUBLE BY LANDIS EVERSON "Pardon me, Mr. Wampile." "You know my name?" "Certainly." "But I'll swear I don't know you, in fact I don't believe I've ever seen you PAGE 10
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